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 May 2017
Ryan Holden
How many rhymes and lines,
Have met the same paper,
With the same pen,
Minds thoughts and designs,
Differ from poet to next,
Lyricists to artists,
Beginning a new quest,
Breaking and making,
Pain and love,
Experienced emotions lay down,
Written in rhythm,
Express to distress,
Tearing page after page,
Of flooding emotions,
Signature of similar,
Inked on white,
Within multiple occasions,
How many authors,
Write the same write?
Whilst I was picking a new topic to write, I suddenly thought, how many writers write the same thing, in similar form, but the writers aren't aware of!
0517

I felt the streams as I indulge the beauty
The beauty I have just known now.
I was mesmerized by the heat of the sun
And how it has calmed me down.

I am the ocean waiting
And at last, I can strike into the depths of the bigger ocean
I can jive in the rhythm of waiting
While holding on to its steel foundation.

It was so deep and I can never hold it
I was bursting into tears, not from my eyes
And seeing the rain fall, I can no longer hide
A dream cherished until it lasts.

The salt of the sea melts me down like igneous rocks
And it scattered through the deepest abyss
And was poisoned to death
Until it seems it has no breath.

The raging seas and its sword were about to come
And they extended their stay
And it was so cold like a summer breeze
Like the neap tides raging until dawn.

The sky pours down it tears
And it fell into blast but an absolute hymn
And the flood came, washing out every memory
There, I have forgotten my entity.
 May 2017
Poetic T
Go and braid ya *** fluff she said,

"I did,    

            "I used your tooth brush,

She gags,

"I thought that was
              morning breath on it?


*"It was a breath but it came out my ****....
 May 2017
woolgather
Everything I do wrong feels uncannily right
(not really)
 Apr 2017
Poetic T
I plough her
                 field

A drought ends
           when her waters flow.

But she never waters
                        my mushroom.

Seeds never devoured,
                      dehydrated upon release.
 Apr 2017
South-by-Southwest
Fools make
monkeys smart
When you spell it out
there's only two zeros
found between the ends
 Apr 2017
Poetic T
Woven in tears of collected misgivings
for his voice never to be heard in the halls
of man, just echoes of nothingness.

For he was a fiction of man, fed through mouths
never one his own, for courts jested verses of
there needing not those repeated and reversed.

Words are power in anyone's hand, the tonged syllables
are hypnotic in a wrong mans purse. Listen to knowledge
and fact, falsehood is a serpent biting back.
 Apr 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
I peeped through the keyhole a little to the left
      And noticed that Futility had left a note    
           before it went vacationing.

Triumphantly throwing the door open and
             stepping into the brisk afternoon air
             with a puffed out chest
          I bent down to see the tiny words scrawled upon a mere 2 inch scrap of paper

"I give up. Bye"
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